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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Yukiko Ogura :
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old skin
turning hot. Suddenly Yukiko's warm mouth surrounded my soft shaft, the change in
tempature sending electric shocks up my spine. I moaned, feeling Yukiko's hands
warming my testicles, making them come alive with sensations. My hand slid
down Yukiko's back, cupping Yukiko's behind and squeezing Yukiko's appreciatively, feeling
her warm softness. The more Yukiko Ogura worked on making me stiff, the more my hand
explored Yukiko's . I caressed Yukiko's back, Yukiko's legs, Yukiko's ass and the side of Yukiko's
breast pressed against me. I could hear Yukiko's breathing heavily, and realized
my own breathing was just as heavy. My fingers traced a line down Yukiko's back,
down between Yukiko's soft cheeks, and began exploring Yukiko's most delicate areas.
I felt Yukiko's hips sway and Yukiko's pelvis rotate up and back, giving Yukiko's self to my
wandering fingers. I slid my hand under Yukiko's , caressing the soft, silky hair
over Yukiko's mons, and squeezing the flesh of Yukiko's belly softly. Yukiko Ogura moaned, Yukiko's
tounge sliding down my shaft and teasing my warming balls. My hand slid back
and pressed against Yukiko's , feeling Yukiko's push back. I g
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